Logan brought home a new kitten from the SPCA’s no kill shelter yesterday. (If you’re interested you can see the one’s still there at New Beginnings Shelter. (there’s a link there, it just isn’t highlighting the words for some reason.) Jasmine adopted one a few weeks ago, which couldn’t come home immediately, so we were visiting it. Which led to Logan getting to know a little black kitten — which died unexpectedly of a respiratory tract infection. So we then talked about it and she decided she’d like to adopt the sister to the one Jasmine adopted — and we now have Mango-kitten, who is about three and a half months old, and part Siamese with white paws and a white dot on her nose. I’ll take some pictures later on.
Mango has settled in well so far, finding the litter box once out of twice that she needed it (it was upstairs and she was down the second time), eating and even sleeping most of the night. She tried to play with River-dog’s tail when he was trying to figure out what to do about a kitten walking underneath him, and walked up to Peaty-cat who hissed at her and ran out of the room. (Poor Peaty!)
Today she’s going to spend the day in the larger bathroom, to make sure she has a limited space in which to find her litter box, and doesn’t get in to any trouble with the railing on the second story of the house.

Yesterday we went out to a man’s house in Drain where there were “some pear trees” that needed to be picked. He was someone who’d been at the Laundromat who’d offered free pears if we wanted to come pick. There turned out to be more than twenty pear trees loaded with fruit and fallen pears under them. And a garden that his brother had planted and grown before leaving on an extended vacation to Alaska. So we picked fruit and vegetables for three hours, and will go back again on the weekend. Logan was delighted with being a “farm girl” (I’m not sure what she thinks she is here then!) and how much produce we were saving from spoilage. Jasmine and I were pretty pleased too. We left Xia at home recovering from something she’d done to hurt her back, but we’ll probably all go on Saturday — John to pick and drool over the trees, and Xia to keep the man company and talk if she’s not up to picking. He uses versions of an electric wheel chair to get around and is fairly obviously not in good health, but happy to have visitors and people who will make use of the produce. He says one house on the land is from the 1800’s and the trees were probably planted then. Maybe I’ll take pictures of them too.